The sun and moon rotate, and the snow melts away.
On the vast grassland, patches of green are emerging, and while the cold wind greets the face, the chill of early spring can still be felt.
Rabbits, having starved all winter, are nibbling at the grass roots. Suddenly, ears upright, they dart into their burrows as if frightened.
A huge procession gradually appears at the horizon.
At the front are over a thousand knights with shaved heads in leather armor, carrying bows and swords, on tall horses with tiger-like vigilance.
Behind them, attendants in silk robes on fierce horses, with banners and flags accompanying, surrounded by incense smoke and a large golden tented carriage.
The procession had been marching for a long time, yet both men and horses remained spirited, the formation orderly rather than scattered, clearly all elite forces.
